Peter/YB X Female Reader //Highschool Drama//

Chapter 63: Not So Happy

Y/N POV

After we finished eating, Peter had decided to clean up the kitchen counters and do the dishes. I continued to sit at the kitchen table. What else could I do? Sure he said I'm able to freely roam around, but I still honestly don't feel comfortable doing so.
  "Do you... Need help?" I asked.
  "Nope. I'm good. If you want, you can explore the house. Or if you're waiting for me to finish, I'll gladly give you a tour." Peter said, smiling softly.
  "I'm ok..." I muttered.
  "Is something wrong, darling?" Peter asked.
I looked up and glared at him. This ticked me off. Of course I'm not ok! I was just fucking kidnapped by my crazy ex! I stood up.
  "Am I ok? Oh gee, I don't know. Totally didn't just get kidnapped by the person I prayed I would NEVER see again!" I growled between gritted teeth.
He frowned and just sighed.
  "Things could be worse." He muttered.
  "Oh I fucking know. And I'll be sure to keep my damn guard up!" I said, walking over to him.
  "Look, Y/N. I know you're upset. But ya just gotta look on the bright side of this. Forget the past. Things can go back to how they used to be." Peter said.
  "No they fucking can't! Do you know how much trauma you fucking gave me?!" I yelled.
  "Apparently not enough since you were gonna give me another chance. You're not that bright, darling. No offense, ok?" Peter said, smirking.
  "Oh fuck you!" I shouted.
I looked over and noticed the knife block. I laughed a little.
  "Hmm?" Peter hummed, glancing over at me.
  "You seriously trust me enough to keep the knife block out? Well, silverware in general. Or anything that I could use to kill you." I asked.
  "Oh Y/N my darling. You don't have the guts to kill me, love. You wouldn't be able to live with the fact that you murdered someone. Especially someone like me. Someone you love. Even if the past still eats at you in a way, you still would end up regretting your choice. And that regret will kill you more than the past will." Peter said,  grinning.
  "Would ya like to test that theory!?" I said, grabbing a knife from the knife block.
  "Sure. Go ahead. Take a hit, Y/N." He said, unphased.
He didn't even look over. He just continued washing the dishes as if I wasn't even a threat. I raised the knife, but stopped. Oh gosh... He was right. I would never be able to live with that kind of guilt. No! I can't prove him right! I stepped forward. No no no... My body just froze in place. Why the hell can't I move? I let out a sigh and put the knife back.
  "I'll be in my room. Leave me alone. Please?" I mumbled, turning and walking out of the kitchen.
  "Ok darling." Peter said.
I growled and in frustration as I ran up the stairs. I'm fucking weak. I went into my room and shut the door. I looked around again. My eyes landed on the dresser. I walked over to it and crouched down, hesitating to open the bottom drawer.
  "Please don't be knives or sex toys." I whispered, grabbing the handle.
I pulled it open, closing my eyes. After a moment I opened my eyes. I was greeted with a drawer full of what appeared to be pajamas.
  "Oh. That's a relief." I said.
They all looked so soft and cute. I opened the next few drawers, which was other clothes. I opened the drawers on the nightstands and was greeted with comic books, books, drawing supplies, and a few Playstation games.
  "So I won't die from complete boredomness here. Ok. I can... Maybe live with that." I said.

Peter's POV

I finished cleaning the kitchen and let out a sigh. I know Y/N said specifically not to bother her, but I did want to give her a tour of the house, just so she knows how to get around. I walked up the stairs and over to her door. I knocked slightly on the door. There was some silence before the door open.
  "I said I wanted to be alone." She mumbled.
  "I know. But... Can I please give you a small tour...?" I asked, smiling nervously.
She groaned in annoyance.
  "How old do I look to you?" She asked.
  "Y/N. Please?" I asked, trying to put on my best begging face.
  "No." She growled.
  "Just this one thing! I'll leave you alone after! I promise." I said.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
  "Fine." She said, walking out of the room.
My first response was to pull her into a hug.
  "Hey!" She yelled, pushing away.
I immediately let go, slightly disappointed.
  "S-sorry." I stuttered.
  "Yeah. Let's get this show on the road now." She said.
  "Ok." I said.

// Time Skip //

  "And this is Rat." I said, holding Rat up for Y/N to see.
  "Wow. She's very pretty." Y/N said, reaching out to boop the small serpent on the nose.
  "Thanks." I said, gently putting Rat back into her enclosure.
We walked out of the living room, silently. I could tell Y/N was still mad. I just wanted her to understand that I love her. I mentally sighed.
  "What's this door?" Y/N asked, breaking me out of thought.
  "Oh that's the basement. But it's locked and the only place you're not allowed." I said.
  "Tch. Why's that?" She asked, frowning.
  "It's really gross and there's rusty nails and black mold down there. It's not really a basement. It's moreso like a small dungeon. I don't know how else to explain it." I said.

Y/N POV

Ah yes. The place I'll probably end up being locked in if I fuck up. Lovely.
  "So I'm not aloud down there unless I escape and then you decide to torture me? Why not show me so I know what to prepare for?" I asked.
Peter frowned, folding his arms.
  "Y/N. What did I say about that kind of topic? No, I would never torture you. And... I don't wanna fucking get into that shit." Peter explained, seemingly ticked off.
  "Whatever. I'm going to my room." I said, heading up the stairs.
  "Look, I'm sorry." Peter said.
  "Mk. This place is still my fucking prison if ya think about it." I said, glaring over my shoulder at him.
I was half way up the stairs when I stopped.
  "Also I'm probably going to sleep. Please leave me alone and don't bother me. Or else. K?" I explained.
  "Yes darling. Goodnight." Peter said, quietly.
  "Night." I muttered, continuing up the stairs.
I walked into my room, shutting the door. I laid down in the bed and let out a sigh. I mean I could try and look on the bright side? Right? No... Not really. I felt tears prick into my eyes. I already miss TK and Lucy. Fuck even Don. I rubbed my eyes and buried myself into the blankets, eventually falling asleep.

(Hewo everyone! So this might be my last chapter for awhile. And I'm probably not gonna be getting any chapters of my other book out as well. I'm gonna be busy packing for my trip and finishing up other things. But I'll see what happens. Anyway's, thanks for reading my books!!)

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